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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Fear,
Smog,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.