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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.