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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.