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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.