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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.