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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Franke,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.