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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.