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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Lalann,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.