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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.