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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.