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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.