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 Syria 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.