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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.