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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.