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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.