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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.