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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.