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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.