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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.