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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.