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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Names,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.