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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.