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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.