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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.