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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Nas,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.