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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.