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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.