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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.