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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.