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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.