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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.