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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.