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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Index,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.