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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.