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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.