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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.