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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.