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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.