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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.