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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Crime,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.