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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.