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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.