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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.