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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Associates,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Index,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.