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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Fear,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.