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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Little Man,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.