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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.