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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.