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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.