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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.