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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.