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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.