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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.