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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.