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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.