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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.