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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.