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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.