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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.