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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
The Move,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.