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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.