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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.