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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Scientists,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.