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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.