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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.