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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.