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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.