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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.