Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
JFA,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.