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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 808 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.