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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.