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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.