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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.