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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.