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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.