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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.