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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.