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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.