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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.