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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.