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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.