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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.