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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Faust,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.