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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.