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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.