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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.