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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.