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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Niagra,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.