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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.