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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Deakin,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.