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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.