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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.