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 Turkey 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.