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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Moleskins 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.