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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.