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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.