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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.