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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.