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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.