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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.