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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.