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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.