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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.