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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.