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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.