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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.