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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.