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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.