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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
X-101,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.