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 China and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.