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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.