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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Aswad,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.