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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.