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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.