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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.