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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.