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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Pole,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.