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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.