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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
10cc,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.