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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.