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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.