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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Magma,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
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.