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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.