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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.