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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 JFA to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.