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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.