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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
AZ,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.