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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.