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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.