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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.