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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
The Residents,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.