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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Index,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.