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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.