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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.