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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.