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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.