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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.