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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.