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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Q65,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.