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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.