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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.