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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.