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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.