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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.