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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.