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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.