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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback 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 jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.