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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Organ,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.