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 Poland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bronski Beat 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.