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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.