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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.