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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.