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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Monks,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.