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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.