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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.