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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.