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 Syria 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.