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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.