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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.