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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.