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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.