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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.