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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
JFA,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.