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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.