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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.