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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.