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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.