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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.