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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.