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 Albania 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.