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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.