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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Can,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.