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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.