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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.