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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton 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.