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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.