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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Excepter,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.