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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.