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 Cuba 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.