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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.