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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Rapeman,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.