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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.