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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.