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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.