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 Angola and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Monks,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.