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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.