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 India and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Magma,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Gong,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Q65,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.