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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Aswad,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.