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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.