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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.