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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.