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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.