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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.