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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.