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 Iceland 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Can,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.