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 and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.