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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.