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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.