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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
CMW,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.