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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Television,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.