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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.