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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.