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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.