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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television to the disco 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.