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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.