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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Television,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.