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 Kitts & Nevis 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.