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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.