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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.