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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Technova 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
John Cale,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.