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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.