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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.