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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.