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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.