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 China and from Edmonton.
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 Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
The Names,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.