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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Technova,
Ludus,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.