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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.