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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.