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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.