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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.