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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Index,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.