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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.