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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.