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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.