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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.