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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.