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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.