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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.