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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Darondo,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.