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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.