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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.