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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.