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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.