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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.