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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.