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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.