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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.