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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.