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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.