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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.