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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.