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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.