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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.