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 Macedonia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.