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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.