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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.