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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.