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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.