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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.