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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.