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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.