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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.