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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.