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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.