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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Gong,
the Slits,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.