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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.