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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.