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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.