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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.