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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.