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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Magma,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.