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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.