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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.