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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.