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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.