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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.