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 Singapore and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Inner City,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
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.