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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.