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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Index,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.