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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.