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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.