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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.