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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Hoover,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.