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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.