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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Nico,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.