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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.