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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.