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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.