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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.