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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.