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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Monks,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.