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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.