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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Television,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.