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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
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.