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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.