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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.