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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.