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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.