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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.