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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.