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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.