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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
10cc,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.