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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Wake,
MDC,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.