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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust 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?
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.