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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Last Poets to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.