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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.