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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.