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 India and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.