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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.