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 Antigua 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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.