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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.