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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.