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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.