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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.