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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Crime,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Pole,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.