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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.