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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.