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 Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.