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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.