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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.