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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.