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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Skriet,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.