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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.