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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.