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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.