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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Erasure,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.