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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.