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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.