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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Television,
AZ,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Index,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.