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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.