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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
10cc,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.