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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Brick,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.