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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.