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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.