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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.