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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.