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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Television,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.