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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.