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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.