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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.