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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.