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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Audionom,
The Move,
Visage,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.