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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.