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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.