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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.