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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.