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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.