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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Slave,
The Litter,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.