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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.