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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.