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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.