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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Monks,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.