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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.