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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.