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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Main Source,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.