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 Congo 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Scion,
June Days,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.