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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.