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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.