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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.