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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
UT,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.