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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Oneida 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Faust,
AZ,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.