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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.