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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.