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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.