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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.