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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.