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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.