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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.