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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.