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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.