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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.