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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.