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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.