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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.