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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.