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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.