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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.