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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.