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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
UT,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.