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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Pole,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.