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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.