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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
10cc,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.