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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.