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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
cv313,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
UT,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.