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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.