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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.