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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.