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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.