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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.