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 Peru and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.