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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Index,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.