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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.