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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.