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 China and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.