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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.