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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.