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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.