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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.