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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.