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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.