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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.