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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.