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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.