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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.