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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.