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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.