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 Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.