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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.