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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.