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 Australia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.