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 Philippines and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.