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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.