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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.