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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.