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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.