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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.