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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Pole,
June Days,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.