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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Scion,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.