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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.