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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.