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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.