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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.