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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Newcleus,
The Fall,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.