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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Japan,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.