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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.