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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.