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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.