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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.