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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.