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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.