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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.