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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
ABBA,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.