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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.