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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Nico,
Ituana,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.