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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Monolake,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.