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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.