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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.