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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.