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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.