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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.