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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.