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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.