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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.