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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
CMW,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
AZ,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.