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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.