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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.