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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.