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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.