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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.