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 India and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.