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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.