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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.