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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.