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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Slave,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.