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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.