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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.