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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
X-102,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.