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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Buckinghams to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.