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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
The Remains,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.