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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Brick,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.