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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Adolescents to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.