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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Mars,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.