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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.