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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.