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 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.