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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.