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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.