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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.