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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.