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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.