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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.