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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.