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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.