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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.