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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.