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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
the Swans,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.