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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
MDC,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The Evens,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.