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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
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.