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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
the Slits,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.