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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.