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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the grunge 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.