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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.