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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.