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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.