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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.