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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.