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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.