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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Symarip,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.