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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.