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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.