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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Raincoats 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.