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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.