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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.