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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
The Names,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.