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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.