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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.