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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.