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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.