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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.