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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.