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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.