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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.