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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.