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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
the Swans,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Television,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.