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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.