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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.