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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.