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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.