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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.