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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.