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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.