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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.