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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Index,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.