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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.