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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.