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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Can,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.