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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.