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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.