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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Monks,
ABC,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.