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 Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Model 500,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.
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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.