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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.