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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Qualms,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.